I set sail long ago, and I took down the mast. The wind would blow, but only past. I rode nothing but the waves of the ocean – stars above and a setting sun to love. The nights shine with a sky so bright, as the earth turns, and I drift toward a fading horizon’s light. Where this ocean will take me, I do not know, but wherever it may be, I will find a home.

The sky was blue then, and in these days there was no ocean all around. No, there were children, a wife, and a home. There was a life of comfort and care and a vast land to roam. We had made for ourselves a life together, with nothing but a desire to share this forever.

A few years thereafter, the sky was burning. I came home to find the love of my life laid at my feet with her body limp and bloodied hair. My children were a motionless mass against a wall – None of them breathing… Not one at all.

So I left. I went to the coast, where calm waves crashed. There the sea beckoned for me. I had been so lost, and here was my salvation. “Unto oblivion” it spoke to me, “and into eternity.”